Pathological

From the venereal curse
To her idling hearse
She can't seem to remember
Ever being more
Than the ghost in the machine,
Remotely operating
Her own body
But now she can't seem to stop the shaking.

Pathological lover, don't you love it when I fake it all
Give you what you've learned to need and take control?
Anything at all to be noticed once again.

From the Cesarean birth
To her accepted worth
She looks like a keeper
You’d keep her near.